YOUR BLOOD

Your blood runs cold
through my arteries and veins
Your genes run deep
trying to form my character
but guess what, I don’t need
anything from you;
nothing at all.

Yet, I can’t take a knife
and drain your blood from me.
You are part of me, by nature.
If things had gone according to my way,
you wouldn’t have existed at all.

I face reality
although my hate for you runs as deep as your blood does.
I just have to tell myself that you have no
way of coming back to me.

You chose your path…
Now,
pay for it by
sacrificing your own blood.